There was something bright flashing before his eyes. He couldn't tell what it was, whether or not his eyes were even open or closed, but he knew it was there and that there were a multitude of colours flying over him.
He groaned.
Everything ached.
He couldn't feel half of his body; his lungs were filled with dust. His mouth felt like he had accidentally swallowed a bucket full of sawdust, and everything was a dizzying mixture of cold and hot, lightless and heavy, but most of all, crushing.
He tried to open his mouth to scream but it caught in his throat, making him cough loudly instead. His hands moved upwards (he could feel that much, but he couldn't see them and he still wasn't sure whether or not his eyes were open and that didn't scare him as much as it should have) and he tried to push himself off the ground, only to fail when he couldn't find the ground- or anything in fact. His face didn't feel like it was pressed against anything and therefore the ground should be underneath him, but he couldn't find it.
(That didn't scare him much either.)
He tried to remember how he got to this pain filled place - but everything was simultaneously light and perfectly fine and he had no idea why – but his mind felt like it was buried underwater, a thousand feet deep, and he couldn't remember his own name, much less how he got to this place.
(Who need's a name? He wondered.)
He remembered black and then white and he wondered briefly if he had died, but death would be so much quicker and less nauseous he would think.
"Fred! Oh n-no, Fred!"
Heaven wasn't supposed to be loud. It wasn't supposed to make him feel as if he was crushed beneath something.
"Someone, help!"
(Maybe he wasn't dead then.)
"Fred, oh my god, Fred!"
The light became brighter for some reason, and he never felt himself moving, but he could hear sobs coming somewhere directly next to him and warmth cover his eyes- no, moving them, shutting them.
"Fred…"
He wanted to tell the person that he was alright despite the conflictions he felt, but after that coughing fit his throat was stuck together.
"F-Fred, goddamit, d-don't die on me!"
Warmth enveloped his whole body and he let out an inaudible sigh, and then he finally felt the pressure lifting and everythingfeltmuchbetterhewaslightsolightandhedidn'tfeelpainanymore.
And then he was certain he passed on.
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